Phoebe Bridgers - Chelsea

For a ^Gchemical imbalance, you sure know h^Cow to ride a tr^Gain Your revo^Glution is a deathbed, and the mu^Csic is your ma^D7id When ^Gsomeone comes a knocking with a ^Cneedle on a t^Amray Only your l^Gonesome lies beside you For you ^Ctold me not to s^Gtay You a^Gre somebody's baby Some m^Cother held you n^Gear ^GNo it's not important, they're just ^Cpretty words, my d^D7ear There is ^Gno distraction that can m^Cake me disap^Ampear No there's n^Gothing that won't remind you I will ^Calways be right h^Gere

And you s^Cpit the blood back, s^Cpit the blood back Baby, I'm am^Gazed that you're al^D7right Oh, ^Cso long prison ^Gboy, I won't be h^Amome with you to^Gnight

We're ^Gboth very sick, our m^Cuscles all worn d^Gown It's as ^Gif we are one-hundred, I ^Cwon't still be a^D7round Because I've fa^Gllen, yes I've fallen right in^Cto the love I fo^Amund Long bef^Gore I reach one-hundred I'll have f^Callen to the g^Ground And f^Gor generations Their r^Comances make us m^Gore It's much l^Gess than there ever was before, the ^CChelsea and the^D7 floor Make us st^Gand before the masses like two ^Cspeakers for the p^Amoor When there w^Gas no revolution Nothing ^Cwe were fighting f^Gor

And you s^Cpit the blood back, s^Cpit the blood back Baby, I'm am^Gazed that you're al^D7right Oh, ^Cso long prison ^Gboy, I won't be h^Amome ^AmI won't be home ^AmI won't be home with you ^Gtonigh^Amt ^D7

A^Cnd you can call the service b^Emell^D7 W^Chen we stay at the C^Emhelsea h^D7otel A^Cnd I'll stay out of my ow^Emn head ^{D7 C}

Oh, ^Cso long prison ^Gboy, I won't be h^Amome ^AmI won't be home ^AmI won't be home with you ^Gtonig^Amht ^{D7 G}Tonight